Suddenly the world
is quite surprising us
maybe before we left
our silence above our
time, when we smoked
all inner sins of being.
The shelter is always
the same word and path.
We cry to be healed
and we shout to be present,
but every single moment
called ashes of our noise
is the meaning of try to speak
about the final line of landscape.
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